𝐌𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎㆐SEVENTEEN

Minghao

Watching the champagne slide back and forth into his glass, he bitterly remembered how much he hated that drink as well as the alpha who drank it every night.

He was an idiot, he knew it, naïve. It took him years to rebuild himself but he had achieved it, no one remembered Xù Minghao, the young Chinese man who studied arts and lived in love with life. His old self lay buried in his homeland, to which he would never return after being accused of Delta, he had not even been part of the official harem of the emperor's son to show off the other alpha's bite on his scent glands. of the.

Being a delta was a shame and an honor depending on who it was, in his case it could be the greatest honor to be Prince Junhui himself who placed the bite on his neck. But, it would be torture. He couldn't bear to see Junhui in bed with four and even more people, regardless of whether they were alphas, betas or omegas, he claimed to love each and every one of them, there he knew that for Junhui he would be one more.

He was tame and gentle, until that circus that was the Palace of the emperor's son made him who he was.

In the couple of months that he lived there, he learned that the majority of Junhui couples had to be approved by the king and that nauseating thought disturbed his nights. Anyone who refused was accused of being a traitor, but the most repulsive thing was that they accepted to be chosen with honor by that old alpha who had two wives, one of them locked up in a palace in the south of the country.

It was common to hear about punishments, or how Junhui did not even lift a finger when it was an unfair accusation, he himself insisted on punishing his lovers in the most cruel way, a couple of times in front of Minghao who could only flee to Korea. before it was too late.

He desperately called the only person of his bloodline who could help him, the only one who would be interested in rumors from the Chinese palace to have Asia in his hands.

Yoon Jeonghan turned him into Seo Myeongho before he left China for good, turned him into a time bomb and one of his best hitmen.

Myeongho poured the contents of the glass into one of the flowers in the decoration as he walked around the room, laughing slyly as he watched how the Kim daughter (who should continue to be isolated in Japan) wore her best dress, only to be humiliated as soon as Jeonghan and his beautiful rose cross the threshold of those beautiful glass doors that led to the reception cocktail.

Everyone knew the true meaning of being named his leader's rose, and Jeonghan took it upon himself to make everyone's memories know it. 

The green tea-scented alpha laughed sideways again, verifying that that night he had a lot of promise.

He combed his long hair before approaching his cousin who had just arrived, becoming the center of attention.

Typical Yoon Jeonghan, he thought.

With his future fiancé next to him walked, the one and only CEO Yoon, who with a wave of his hands could bring Asia to his knees if he wished. Everyone bowed as soon as they saw him enter, including him.

"Hyungnim." Myeongho greeted respectfully, his gesture being returned by a nod from the alpha with angelic features.

Jeonghan turned to where the omega who would be his future partner was, kissing the young man's cheek, who didn't even blink.

Myeongho examined the omega from head to toe who seemed unaffected by the looks he received. That face of the omega was familiar to him, only he couldn't remember where from, he stopped thinking about investigating the omega, even more so when it was the rose of his leader.